Body Count

You know sometimes I sit at home, you know And I watch TV and I wonder what it would be like To live someplace like, you know 'The Cosby Show', 'Ozzie and Harriet' You know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree All your friends died of old age But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately Shit, ain't like that, it's real f**ked up Goddamn what a brotha gotta do To get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne And I'm livin' in black rain You try to ban the A.K., I got ten of 'em stashed With a case of hand grenades Tell us what to do f**k you Tell us what to do f**k you Tell us what to do f**k you Tell us what to do f**k you You know what you'd do If a kid got killed on the way to school Or a cop shot your kid in the backyard Shit would hit the fan, muthaf**ka And it would hit real hard I hear it every night, another gunfight The tension mounts On with the body count Yo, Beatmaster V Take these muthaf**kas to South Central Ha ha, yeah, f**k that I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the body count Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed In gang warfare in my backyard. No, no, no Yo, Ernie C. Take these muthaf**kas home, yeah Yeah, we in the house, body count fools 1991 muthaf**kas I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the body count Goddamn what a brotha gotta do To get a message through to the red, white and you? What I gotta die before you realize I was a nigga with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne And I'm livin' in black rain Don't you hear the guns You stupid, dumb, d**k s*ckin', bum politicians Tell us what to do f**k you Tell us what to do f**k you The tension mounts